First Breath Mingle

[kill_switch]

Who: First Breath crew and visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: First Breath
When: Month of October

[It's a mingle! For visitors and crew alike!]

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In the cockpit

[tallasaking]

[Some people might find Tyrion up in the cockpit of the ship, switching out cables in the communicator, with at least three different books open on radio signals and the like. He huffed out a breath as he switched his fingers around the wires and the components, with a device of his own making.

He pursed his lips together as he put everything together, one piece at a time. Testing things with the knobs, twisting them this way and that, to get different wavelengths.]

Re: In the cockpit

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa leans back against the console and watches him for a moment. There's a comforting familiarity about tinkering: it reminded her of the War Rig, those long, careful hours she had spent installing her kill switch and ferreting away weapons with thoughts of going home.]

Any luck, yet?

Re: In the cockpit

[tallasaking]

Nothing yet ... [Tyrion murmured, tilting his head to the side, as he kept switching to different wavelengths.] Ever hopeful, though. How does it look -- ah - out there.

[kill_switch]

[She looks over the console, flips a couple switches.] Pretty standard. Are we looking for anything in particular?

[tallasaking]

We are looking for something like ... a radio signal. Something that we could not get through the regular Atroma channels. [He stated, listening in carefully.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Cara watches him for a few seconds, totally lost. ]

What are you doing?

[tallasaking]

[He looks up at her, quirking up one corner of his mouth.]

I am trying to find the signal that blocked us.

[revengeofthemordsith]

And how do you find such a thing?

[wolfehawke]

[Wolfe peeks up onto the bridge, a bit nervous for the news he has to give. It's not that he wants to leave, per se. He has no issues with the First Breath and her crew; in fact he's rather fond of those whom with he's made friends, but living apart from Anders is becoming rather untenable and when he ends up spending the majority of his downtime on the Three Twins anyway, there's little point in beating around the bush.

Though his words get left unspoken when he sees Tyrion plugged in like that to what's his console. Or rather, used to be. Will used to be in a moment, anyway.]

Need help with... whatever it is you're doing?

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion looked up from his device, slightly guiltily, as yes it is still Hawke's ... ah, console. He clears his throat and puts on his brightest smile.]

There you are! Good, I need someone who understands this equipment better. I am trying to backtrack that signal that blocked us, not so long ago.

[wolfehawke]

Oh, that. You removed the device already, didn't you?

[In which case there isn't really much they can do with it unless he happened to pick up the signal frequency before the thing was shut off. And even then, who knows.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Cara spends most of her time down at security, checking out the weapons and learning how to hold them, handle them. She's not reckless enough to test them on the ship itself but she does dismantle one of the guns and lays it out on the table and then stares at it for a long time before struggling to put it back together.

Otherwise, she's in the kitchen trying to make the stove work. ]

Security

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa comes by to check in on Cara, and see how she's settling in. She watches her struggle with the gun for a moment, and then walks up to her.]

Not exactly familiar with firearms, I take it?

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Cara scowls. ]

Not yet.

[kill_switch]

Do you want some help? They were a big part of my world. I grew up with them.

shuttle bay; at some time after visiting jojen

[greywater]

[Navigating this place with ships is not as hard as one would think. It reminds her of the crannogs in the Neck, man made floating island that made their way through the thick swamps. In a way this is similar save there is the vastness of space in the place of the marshy waters she is familiar with. It is her first trip from SS Paisley, though in her heart she is an adventurer.

She's standing next to the shuttle, inspecting the outside and going through a checklist to make sure it's safe. Being so new to the concept of technology, the young engineer is familiarizing herself more and more with it. She may not be a pilot, but she can at least learn how to make sure this thing stays in working condition.]

[kill_switch]

[As Captain (though still easing back into her duties and sharing the weight with Tyrion), she tried to keep up on visitors, and knew when Meera had arrived. She had an idea why the other woman was here, and waited until she had gone back to the hangar to approach her.]

You're Meera, Jojen's sister, I take it?

[greywater]

[While looking over the copy of the blueprints she has, Meera stops when the older woman approaches. She bows slightly in greeting before nodding her head.]

I am. My thanks for allowing me on board, Captain.

[kill_switch]

Not a problem. How's he doing?

Re: shuttle bay; at some time after visiting jojen

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion is walking through the shuttle bay, arching an eyebrow at the young woman visitor. Seeing how she is going through the mechanics of the shuttle - he knows she must be one of the new engineers. He himself is going through the docking bay, making sure everything is up to snuff, but he does take a moment to call out.]

Make sure to check out your hydraulics levels.

[greywater]

[Having already met enough people outside of Westeros and having never met Tyrion himself, the Reed girl does not realize whose company she stands in. Instead she smiles lightly as she looks from him to her checklist.]

I've only just learned what those are, but my thanks.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion slipped over to where the woman was, with her shuttle.]

You are quite welcome. I myself was rather clueless on how such mechanisms worked when I first arrived -- and I am happy to share my experience.

nah this is for when she gets there ok shhh

[greensights]

[ Jojen's tired, worn out and sick, but it's nothing compared to what he was feeling in the cave, or even before. Furiosa had been checking on him, brought him tea and soup and a lady maester has assisted him. He didn't eat much more than a bird would, but Meera has lifted his spirits enough that he's out of bed and waiting at the hangar. He leans against the wall as he awaits his sister's arrival.

He's anxious, the thought of her on another ship makes him nervous. The thought of her on another ship with the Greyjoy makes him even more nervous. So when he sees her, it isn't her imagination that he relaxes just a skosh. ]

works for me~

[greywater]

[The ship lands easily and without any hitch. There isn't a reason it would, but that doesn't mean Meera is any more used to the entire principle of this. Space after all. But it's another adventure. Exciting and nearly limitless. Best of all everyone she cares about is safe. It's with a rather large smile she bounds out of the shuttle. Her clothes are somewhat different, but she looks much the same as the last time Jojen had seen her, only in olive coveralls, a light t-shirt, and a jacket.

It's a relief to see him as well. And it's without words that she barrels up to him to give him the most sisterly hug she absolutely could muster without breaking him. He's alive and well and in person. It's all she could ask for really.]

[greensights]

[ The teen doesn't fuss, instead he wraps his arms around her, his grip soft but still there. Very much Jojen -- the sullen brother that is far older than he should be. He's still dressed from head to toe in green although the clothing is more modern and soft. He managed to make enough money to get some nicer clothes catching fish and frogs at one of the last stops. The deep greens of the fabrics match the mossy eyes that close when he leans ever so gently into the hug. ]

Has he given you any trouble? [ So much for a well met or a hello. They're the words he speaks as he pulls back from the hug to stare into her eyes, watching her with a gloomy look, like he's expecting the worst. It's not that he doesn't know his sister cannot protect herself, but that does not mean one does not worry. It's even more nerve-wracking when he knows he can do little to protect her. ]